I am drunk yet I drink not a drop of spirit.
I am high though my feet have scarcely left the ground.
I am dreaming but my eyes dare not close a wink,
Lest I miss the fair beauty of life all around.
In every small thing,
Every mundane action,
The thrill of a day,
Or a night, is impactful.
Meaning infused in every instance
Is seen, if in err,
as mosaic on plain wall:
White with an abstract air.
And all the events in this wondrous existence
Sum up together as no others can,
To be amplified by the common human experience,
Graced and endeavored by all of man.
